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[Woollyback]

:cool: Our boys today



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I'll join in the singing in a minute, but couldn't help notice Baros' tattoo on his leg 

I reckon it says "left" and he's got one on the other leg saying "right" just so he doesn't come running out of the tunnel with his boots the wrong way round

[Ciggy]

T'was the night before Chelsea,
And all round the land,
True reds were stirring,
No mightier band!

The scarves were hung by the front door, with care,
With prayers that Istanbul, we would be there.
The Kopites not resting, tossing in bed,
While visions of Glory ran through their heads.

And Ma in her red top, and I in my cap,
Much too restless for a Euro Eve nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and ruby red sash.

The spring sun setting with a red delight glow,
Hinted and promised of the 'morrow we'd know.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a Liver Bird, with disciples at rear!
Whose little old leader so lively, so quick,
I knew in a moment was Shankly, to wit.

And out of his mouth, the legends the came,
And he whistled and shouted as he called them by name.
"Now Paisley, Now Fagan, Now Liddell, Now Scott.
Oh Stubbins and Emlyn, those Kings of the Kop!"

"We are the red men, the Kings of them all!
The Chelsea, The Chelsea, The Chelsea will fall!"
As footsteps that walk while the hurricane flys,
Never alone, and then the golden skies.

So up to the heavens, the legends they flew,
With arms full of trophies, and Shankly with two!
And then in an instant, I heard on the roof,
The dancing and calling of someone aloof.

As I waved with each hand, my mood of astound,
Then down the chimney Billy Shankly abounds!
Dressed in his bestest, from his head to his foot,
His clothes, all a gleaming, a heavenly cut!

A sack full of medals was flung on his back,
And one blue and empty for what Everton lacked!

His eyes- how they twinkled, his smile so merry,
His cheeks red like roses, off the Mersyside ferry.

He looked happy and gleeful and pleased with himself,
A tear when I saw him, inspite of myself.

A wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
Soon I was sure I had nothing to dread.

He said not a word, but spoke straight form heaven.
And emptied his stocking : medals, Euro, Eleven!

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

He called to the legends, to his team gave a whistle,
And gone this Scot rose, though man made of thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he rose out of sight,
"The Chelsea will fall! For all reds- a good night!".

El Mooro

Superb excellent piece, I got goosebumps, and a tear in my eye reading this.

[Woollyback]

ciggy i luvs ya   

[The Canadian Red Army]

good to see hamann out and running, and practicing.

[Woollyback]

On the field here, the gay and inventive furiosity as shown is quite stunning.

that'll put the willys up 'em.

 

[Lando_Griffin]

T'was the night before Chelsea,
And all round the land,
True reds were stirring,
No mightier band!

The scarves were hung by the front door, with care,
With prayers that Istanbul, we would be there.
The Kopites not resting, tossing in bed,
While visions of Glory ran through their heads.

And Ma in her red top, and I in my cap,
Much too restless for a Euro Eve nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and ruby red sash.

The spring sun setting with a red delight glow,
Hinted and promised of the 'morrow we'd know.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a Liver Bird, with disciples at rear!
Whose little old leader so lively, so quick,
I knew in a moment was Shankly, to wit.

And out of his mouth, the legends the came,
And he whistled and shouted as he called them by name.
"Now Paisley, Now Fagan, Now Liddell, Now Scott.
Oh Stubbins and Emlyn, those Kings of the Kop!"

"We are the red men, the Kings of them all!
The Chelsea, The Chelsea, The Chelsea will fall!"
As footsteps that walk while the hurricane flys,
Never alone, and then the golden skies.

So up to the heavens, the legends they flew,
With arms full of trophies, and Shankly with two!
And then in an instant, I heard on the roof,
The dancing and calling of someone aloof.

As I waved with each hand, my mood of astound,
Then down the chimney Billy Shankly abounds!
Dressed in his bestest, from his head to his foot,
His clothes, all a gleaming, a heavenly cut!

A sack full of medals was flung on his back,
And one blue and empty for what Everton lacked!

His eyes- how they twinkled, his smile so merry,
His cheeks red like roses, off the Mersyside ferry.

He looked happy and gleeful and pleased with himself,
A tear when I saw him, inspite of myself.

A wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
Soon I was sure I had nothing to dread.

He said not a word, but spoke straight form heaven.
And emptied his stocking : medals, Euro, Eleven!

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

He called to the legends, to his team gave a whistle,
And gone this Scot rose, though man made of thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he rose out of sight,
"The Chelsea will fall! For all reds- a good night!".

El Mooro

Superb excellent piece, I got goosebumps, and a tear in my eye reading this.

Quite brilliant. Up the 'pool!

[Ciggy]

http://hijimi.com/Hijimi-Liverpool-Song.mp3       

[woof woof !]

The Kopites not resting, tossing in bed,

      

[Ciggy]

     

"It was like giving an old favourite suit that you’d grown tired of away, and then seeing someone else wearing it and looking good in it"

Shankly on resigning.


Bill had a coat
He made it himself
From some old faded fabric
He found on the shelf
And patched it with cloth
That he made for himself

He bought some bright buttons
That no-one else reckoned
And they sparkled and shone
The suit’s destiny beckoned
It travelled the world
And seldom came second

Bob got a coat
That he’d helped Bill to mend
And he wore it with pride
From beginning to end
Adding patches from home
And it won many friends

There is an old coat
And the patches still show
Traces of  William
And Bob and of Joe
Of Ronnie and Kenny
And those who follow



A coat made of gold
Is the latest thing
Maureen’s new purchase
Bought with Russian Bling
Boastful and common
As muck is that thing


A new Spanish coat
Being built with the thread
Of the one worn by Bill
But its not finished yet
A coat fit for scousers
And it’s colour is RED

[Santa]

for those of you fortunate to be at Anfield tonight please...sing loud and sing proud!!! Raise the roof for us. Chelsea's hired guns won't know what they have walk into...

[stmichael]

joe cole yesterday:

"we have the best fans in the country"

thick diving cockney tw@t

just you wait until tonight joe

[Igor Zidane]

I can't think properly any more my f@ckin nerves are shot , all i know is that we are destined to get to the final,i've felt it all along .COME ON YOU MIGHTY REDS.

[stmichael]

i've been drinking decaffinated coffee all morning to try and keep my heart rate under 120.  

[Igor Zidane]

Is it workin st mick cos i've got to do something to calm my nerves maybe i'll start on my cafferies now what d'yer think ace

[Lando_Griffin]

CIGGY, you have posted some brilliance on these pages. Pure brilliance. Keep it up, friend! Up the 'pool!